Bai Yuejie pulled out a photo from the drawer, "This person is called Tang Gu."
In the photo, a beautiful woman leaned slightly against the window, her eyebrows and eyes exquisitely painted, her eyes large, the pretty peach-blossom shaped eyes.
Under her right eye was a teardrop mole, her nose was high and elegant, and her lips bore a smile, her dimples sweet as if to draw people in.
Zhang Chusheng's eyes widened, "Isn't this... Isn't this Tang Wu?"
No, it was not Tang Wu.
At first glance, she indeed looked very similar.
But upon closer inspection, she lacked a few subtleties exclusive to Tang Wu.
Tang Wu had an air of nonchalance in her brow, while this woman in the photo was too elegant, too quiet.
Not only that, her facial features seemed slightly unnatural.
It wasn't her.
"If they cooperate," Bai Yuejie said with a gentle expression, "wouldn't that create a brand-new Tang Wu?"
Zhang Chusheng was taken aback, "You mean... lip-syncing?"
